Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

confused, texting. [?]

replied, [Sorry, must’ve been a brain fart. Got

was speechless,

nobody knew

[If anyone digs up anything about him,

Periodic Table” that she’d borrowed from her

flipped through the pages with a heavy

adage “learning never ends” couldn’t have been more true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied

double down on her efforts.

of milk and honey. “Get some

always open to good advice,

was setting her alarm when a new message popped up on her

asked. [Lia, why are you asking about this

held back from Louie. She pondered for a moment

quickly, No way.

[Yes, do

deliberate for a full ten minutes before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful around

did he mean by keeping her distance? They hadn’t

stay away from him, my heart

was waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and Sanderson would. But how could she

she could decide, Louie

her meaning. After a moment’s thought, she responded: [Because “Love or Die” curse. Do you know

Louie went silent.

typing indicator blinked for another ten minutes, but still no message. Was there a

Cordelia found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow, and we can talk then.]

He actually knew!

glimmer of hope. Anyone else might have called him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature. If Louie said tomorrow,

typed a single word

hair, and slipped into bed. Just as she was about to turn off the

stared at the screen, recognizing Everard’s number. What could he want

more velvety than she remembered, greeted her,

somehow more appealing. She hesitated before finally

voice so soothing it seemed to caress the night